In the void of the thirteenth level of the Heavenly Path, there were as many as twelve Demon Dark Fortresses.

The Seventh Dark Bastion.

The darkness was covered by the gray aura, spreading rapidly at an alarming speed, and everywhere it passed, the darkness faded one after another, as if it had lost its 'vitality' and was extinct, and the demons who had cultivated to be superb and powerful were also under the spread of the gray aura, and the dark light on their bodies dissipated, and the strong body also trembled violently, wailing and quickly became shriveled.

Wisps of vigorous vitality were forcibly extracted from the bodies of the Demon Saint Realm.

Floating like a ribbon, heading towards the center, like thousands of rivers returning to the sea, they converged into the gray light in the center, and merged into its body, and the aura of the figure in the gray light became more and more condensed, more majestic, more cold, and more dead and silent.

The wails came and went, and the demons fought back, but they couldn't do anything about it.

When all powerful attacks approached, they were dissolved under the spread of gray aura, as if the plants and trees had turned from prosperity to decay and withered.

In a short time, the thousands of demons in the Seventh Dark Fortress all perished.

I saw a shriveled corpse lying across the fortress.

"Not ...... enough"

A cold and ethereal voice sounded from the gray light, and in an instant, the gray light swept through the void, turning into a gray rainbow and quickly retreating, and the speed seemed to surpass the level of the small holy realm.

……

The sword light was pale, cutting through the darkness and sweeping the void, arriving at an astonishing speed.

"This breath ......"

Chen Feng keenly sensed the aura that filled the void, not darkness, but dead silence, a kind of dead silence, which was clearly completely different from the dark power aura mastered by the demon race, which made Chen Feng frown slightly, a little surprised.

Approach, arrival.

The seventh dark fortress was not like the dark fortress that he had gone to before, and immediately there were demons who appeared in a formation to meet and besiege him, on the contrary, there was no movement, the silence was extremely dead, and there was no sound, mixed with the breath of death, which couldn't help but make people feel palpitations.

Chen Feng is not afraid of anything.

Without him, the artist is bold.

Even if there is any danger, I firmly believe that I can resist it.

Stepping into the dark fortress, Chen Feng's pupils suddenly contracted, and he saw a shriveled corpse lying across the fortress, all of which were filled with a strong aura of death.

Let's try it soon, everyone. 】

Chen Feng approached a shriveled demon corpse and stared.

Under the innate perception of the Three Beings Primordial God, all the circumstances of the corpse were grasped by Chen Feng, and it was extremely clear.

Obviously, these demon corpses have not been dead for a long time, and they have been directly extracted by people or non-human beings to die, and even, the process of extracting vitality is not wonderful, it is the kind of forced extraction of vitality and struggling to die of wailing.

"Death Force ......"

Chen Feng's eyes froze, and he immediately thought of the Temple of Death.

So far, there are two kinds of beings who have mastered the power of death that I have encountered, one is those undead in the ancient battlefield, and the other is the people of the Death Temple.

Within the Heavenly Road, I have never seen the undead of the ancient battlefield, but I have seen the people of the Temple of Death.

Before, he used the Emperor Soldier Chaos Star Tower to suppress a holy son of the Death Temple, but in the end, he escaped, and there has been no news of him since then, and at that time, he had not mastered the Mystic Law of the Ten Thousand Miles Soul Locking Yuan, so there was no way to pursue it.

So, is this person coming out again to make waves?

For the demons, this is indeed a good thing, but it is also a bad thing, one means that the people of the Death Temple have revived, and the other means that their plan to harvest leeks has been affected.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Feng immediately ingested a wisp of death aura from the corpse of the demon clan and cast the secret method of locking the soul for thousands of miles.

The sword finger touched the center of the eyebrows, and the three primordial gods immediately worked together, and under the shock of the primordial power, the brilliance was magnificent, and it was extremely bright, instantly illuminating the entire sea of knowledge.

Chen Feng's consciousness was also stimulated in an instant, surpassing the limit, breaking obstacles and shackles, as if he had traveled through time and space.

In an instant, Chen Feng sensed that in the dark void, a figure covered by gray light was flying forward at an astonishing speed, and in an instant, the gray light paused, the figure in it frowned, and the pupils of his eyes contracted in an instant, and he couldn't help but turn around and stare behind him, but what he saw was only a boundless darkness and void.

It's just that the feeling of being locked and peeping is still there.

"It seems that someone has used a secret method to peep at this Holy Son......" The flickering and cold voice suddenly sounded, and the corners of his mouth under the pale face also hung a cold and extremely cruel smile, and the gray light in his gray eyes flickered, like death ripples: "Then come, dedicate your life to this Holy Son." ”

The secret method of locking the soul for thousands of miles allowed Chen Feng to clearly lock the other party, and even, hear the other party's voice.

"Not the man......"

Chen Feng withdrew the secret method, his eyes condensed and said secretly, the voice of the Holy Son of the Death Temple in the Death Sarcophagus before was obviously different from the current person, which Chen Feng could still distinguish.

But this man also calls himself 'the Son'.

Explain that he is another Son of the Temple of Death.

"You want to devour my vitality...... the corners of Chen Feng's mouth suddenly hung a faint smile, but his eyes became sharper: "Then let's see if you devour my vitality, or if you are devoured by me and turned into my power." ”

As the words fell, Chen Feng burst out again, and the sword light trembled and split the void, and flew quickly in the direction of the Death Holy Son.

……

Fifth Dark Bastion.

Nearly a thousand demons lined up, and the battle array was running, as if the Void Great Grinding Disc was grinding everything.

However, when all the terrifying forces approached the figure covered in gray light, they were quickly dissolved, as if from prosperity to decay to death.

"All things in heaven and earth, the sun, moon and stars, will eventually die!"

The Moon Worship Saint Son said in a condensed voice, as if he was admiring and singing, the dark power of the demon clan could not help him.

Of course, it is also because his cultivation has reached the limit of the limit of the Little Saint Realm, and he is only one line away from the Middle Saint Realm, otherwise, if his own cultivation strength is insufficient, no matter how mysterious the death power is, he will not be able to help the strangulation of the battle array.

The confrontation between darkness and death, bursts of roar continued to sound, shaking through the void.

I have to say that the power of death is extremely terrifying, but the power of the demon clan's battle array is not weak.

However, under the confrontation, the dark power gradually dissolved into death, and the moon worship son of the Death Temple gradually gained the upper hand.

I saw that the Moon Worship Holy Son had all burst out of his own death power, and between the gray light rolling, the fluctuations were like a frenzy surging wantonly, and a ten-zhang phantom suddenly appeared, the phantom was shrouded in a black robe, holding a long giant scythe, as if it was a death messenger who harvested all life and descended into the void.

Immediately, I saw the death-like phantom in the ten-zhang black robe waving the giant scythe in his hand.

The sickle was pitch black, but the sharp blade had a trace of gray light that was condensed to the extreme, splitting the void, cutting through the darkness, and immediately slashing several demons, and the moment the sickle slashed through the bodies of those demons, the strong vitality of the demons was also forcibly plundered and devoured in an instant, turning into a dry corpse. Slash slash!

Kill, kill, kill!

In a short time, nearly a thousand demon clans were all killed, and all their vitality was plundered and devoured, and then, like a torrent, poured into the body of the Moon Worship Holy Son.

The Son of the Moon Worship opened his arms as if to embrace death.

His pale and feminine face, with his eyes closed, was full of intoxication.

It was only because the vitality of the force was like a rushing river, constantly pouring into his body, like a dry sponge constantly swallowing the seawater, and gradually becoming full.

It's not a lift, it's a restoration.

When they were sealed and put to sleep, their cultivation one by one was extraordinary, but after a long time, their cultivation was also gradually regressing, almost all of them regressed to the bottom level of the Holy Realm, that is, the entry level of the Void Saint Realm.

Otherwise, it would undoubtedly be difficult to recover by relying only on one's own cultivation, and it would take a long time.

The vitality of nearly a thousand demon clans poured into his body one after another, and his aura became stronger and stronger, and in an instant, he broke the limit as if it was a matter of course, and instantly jumped from the limit of the small saint realm to the entry level of the middle saint realm.

The breath of the will to die became stronger and stronger.

After a while, when the aura of the Moon Worship Holy Son tended to stabilize, that body's cultivation was also stable at the entry level of the Middle Saint Realm.

Strong!

Very strong, much stronger than the ordinary Middle Saint Realm.

After all, as the Holy Son of the Death Holy Sect, he was selected to seal and sleep, and his own talent was extraordinary, and the divine supernatural he mastered was not an ordinary supreme level, but a more superb supreme level, which was not inferior to the current Chen Changkong and others.

After devouring all the vitality of the demon race, the cultivation was further restored, but the Moon Worship Son did not leave in a hurry.

Await!

It seems that something is waiting for.

About half an hour or so passed, a sword light with a pale blue color and a deep and boundless color swept through the void at an astonishing speed, cutting through the darkness, and quickly approaching, and an extremely powerful sword power pushed and pressed it.

"It's finally here, it's not in vain that the Holy Son has stayed here to wait for you."

The flickering and cold voice with a cold smile came out of the mouth of the Moon Worship Son's pale and feminine face, like a wisp of yin wind sweeping through the void, with a faint charm of death.

Chen Feng's eyes froze, and a wisp of sharp light burst out.

There are no words, and no words are needed.

Face the enemies of the Temple of Death, draw your sword and slash without talking nonsense with them.

The sword roared, high-pitched and clear, and instantly penetrated the dark void and entered the ears of the Moon Worship Holy Son, only to see a highly condensed sword light chisel through the dark void, killing in an instant.

"Sword Cultivation!"

The Moon Worship Saint Son's eyes condensed, and he was secretly surprised by the condensation and strength of the sword, but he did not dodge in the slightest, but raised the void with one arm and pressed it, and immediately a gray light-filled palm print roared out, and the aura of death was extremely rich, and all the darkness in the void was dissolved into nothingness and turned into nothingness.

In an instant, after Chen Feng broke through the air and stabbed the blue sword light that approached the gray light palm print, it was also continuously dissolved.

In less than a breath, that sword light that was enough to kill the limit of the ordinary Little Saint Realm was completely dissolved, and the silence as if entering death dissipated.

"Death is the destination of everything, sword cultivation, fall into the arms of death."

The cold and flickering voice of the Moon Worship Holy Son sounded, and in an instant, his cultivation completely exploded.